A short poem I made up about dirty laundry.
Oh dirty laundry how you litter my floor and fill my room with your stench of 12 hours of sweaty worn clothes.Dirty laundry I wish to find my favorite pair of jeans, yet they seem to be buried under this immense pile of dirty laundry. Trudging along piles of piles mindlessly thrown clothes I begin myjourney into the pairing colored and whites into the dirty laundry basket and bid them farewell into the washers.
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